Nature of Mother

Every month, an earthquake rumbles in my womb.
Fault lines emerge
Destroying the rich crimson walls
That took weeks to build.

The chemistry disrupts
Inside my blood
A roller coaster of hormones
Takes off...

Trudging uphill, backwards
Hitting every plank
A rickety old track--
Tests my confidence and patience.

I crest the hill
Free falling along the course
Losing my guts,
Clinging to my sanity
.
The world flips upside-down,
My stomach turns sour.
I want to be back on the ground
Sturdy again, but I must wait.

The cart stops
I step out
Back in the warm sun
Thank God it's over!

Familiar with the course
I am ready
Building up courage now
For next month's round.